Su Chen and Zuo Lengchan's clash had seemed lengthy, but in truth, it had taken place in the span of a few moments.
Only after Zuo Lengchan died did White Board Fiend scramble up from the ground in panic.
The moment he rose, the upper half of Zuo Lengchan's mangled corpse fell before him, face up.
Those unclosed, dead eyes met White Board Fiend's gaze directly.
"Dead... Zuo Lengchan... is dead!"
An overwhelming terror crept into White Board Fiend's heart.
Even when he had joined forces with Zuo Lengchan, they had failed to take down Su Chen. Instead, Su Chen had counter-killed one of them.
Now that Zuo Lengchan was dead, he was alone and even less likely to be Su Chen's match.
Though he was cruel and treated human lives like grass, when death came for him, he too felt terror and fear.
"Run, run now!"
White Board Fiend had no other thoughts left. All he could think of was escaping with his life.
But how could Su Chen possibly give him that chance?
Just as White Board Fiend turned around to flee, Su Chen was already standing before him with his saber in hand.
"Spare..."
White Board Fiend still wanted to beg for mercy, but the word had barely left his mouth.
Su Chen's ring-pommel saber had already come down.
The strike landed squarely on White Board Fiend's face, brutally knocking back the words of surrender he had been about to say.
The flesh on White Board Fiend's face split apart, blood gushing from the hideous wound.
He stared at Su Chen with fear in his eyes, but there was not the slightest trace of pity on Su Chen's face.
There were only eyes as still as an ancient well and an utterly calm expression.
Together, those eyes and that face conveyed only one message.
"You will die today. There is absolutely no chance of survival."
White Board Fiend immediately understood.
He had roamed the martial world for many years, and the reason he had earned his current reputation was naturally because he possessed a ruthless streak as well.
Knowing there was no hope of surviving today, he simply gave up on fleeing and begging.
"If you won't let me live, then even in death, I'll tear a piece of flesh off you."
White Board Fiend spat harsh words, but his body was far more honest. He leaned backward, trying to evade Su Chen's ring-pommel saber.
At the same time, his still-intact left hand shot forward.
As palm wind surged, a cloud of sickly green mist burst forth and rushed straight at Su Chen's face.
Su Chen neither dodged nor retreated. He charged straight through the green mist and continued slashing at White Board Fiend.
By now, White Board Fiend no longer had the strength to flee, yet he began laughing wildly.
"Hahaha! You've been hit by my poison mist. Not even immortals can save you! Kill me today, and you'll die too."
"If you're willing to spare my life, I can help you dispel the—"
Before he could finish, Su Chen's saber had already fallen.
One strike beheaded White Board Fiend!
After killing White Board Fiend, Su Chen lightly flicked his saber, shaking the blood from its blade.
A trace of disdain appeared on his face.
A mere poison mist wanted to harm him? Did they think the body immune to all poisons he had exchanged for fifteen hundred points was just for show?
From Zuo Lengchan's death to White Board Fiend losing his head, less than a minute had passed in total.
Everything had happened in a flash. Only once the dust settled did the others finally come back to their senses.
Yue Buqun, Mo Da, Liu Zhengfeng, and Qu Yang instantly broke into ecstatic delight.
"Haha! Zuo Lengchan is dead, and White Board Fiend is dead too! Mister Su killed two Grandmasters all by himself!" Yue Buqun roared.
"Mount Song remnants! Zuo Lengchan has already fallen! Why don't you quickly lay down your weapons?" Liu Zhengfeng shouted, urging Yue Hou and the others to surrender.
"Surrender now, and you may yet live. Keep resisting stubbornly, and there is only death waiting for you," Qu Yang likewise called out.
Mo Da said nothing. He continued pulling his erhu, driving sword qi against the enemy.
However, this time, the music held noticeably less sorrow and carried a faint, almost imperceptible lightness.
While Yue Buqun and the others were overjoyed, the Mount Song Sect members were grim-faced and speechless.
The result before them had completely exceeded their expectations.
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Who could have imagined that Zuo Lengchan and White Board Fiend, two Grandmasters working together, would still lose to Su Chen alone?
Without Grandmasters to rely on, the remaining Minor Grandmasters among them were no match for Su Chen at all.
For a moment, the ten Mount Song Protectors began to waver.
Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, and several others in particular showed an especially clear desire to surrender.
Among the Thirteen Protectors, only Yue Hou, Zhong Zhen, and six others were true Mount Song insiders and Zuo Lengchan's direct junior brothers.
The remaining people, such as Zhao Sihai and Zhang Jingchao, had either joined later or belonged to collateral branches of Mount Song.
Their loyalty to Zuo Lengchan and the Mount Song Sect was far inferior to Yue Hou's group.
Under normal circumstances, when Mount Song was powerful, they could still follow along and win easy battles.
But now, Zuo Lengchan was dead, and the destruction of the Mount Song Sect was imminent.
Naturally, these fence-sitters had no desire to become burial offerings.
Thus, after considering matters for two or three seconds, Zhao Sihai was the first to stop resisting. He threw down his weapon and moved aside.
With him taking the lead, Zhang Jingchao, Sima De, White-headed Immortal Bu Chen, Bald Eagle Sha Tianjiang, Divine Whip Deng Bagong, and Brocade Lion Gao Kexin, the six other Protectors, all chose to surrender as well.
The hundred-odd Mount Song disciples also fell into hesitation.
Only Yue Hou, Zhong Zhen, and Tang Ying'e remained in the field, still resisting stubbornly.
"Zhao Sihai... you bastards! My senior brother has only just died, and you've already switched sides and surrendered! Do you have any integrity at all?" Yue Hou demanded loudly.
Hearing that, Zhao Sihai and the others exchanged looks, then sneered together.
"Heh, integrity? How much is integrity worth? Can integrity keep us alive?"
"When Zuo Lengchan was around, every little benefit went to you direct-line disciples. All the dirty and exhausting work was done by us. What right do you have to question us now?"
When the tree fell, the monkeys scattered.
Zuo Lengchan had only just died when internal strife erupted within the Mount Song Sect.
For a time, Mount Song's direct line and collateral branches argued without end, looking ready to come to blows.
Seeing this, Su Chen, Mo Da, and the others were in no hurry to act.
A show of dogs biting dogs was not something one saw every day.
The internal conflict within Mount Song continued. Both sides cursed each other, dragging out insults that reached back eighteen generations.
Then Zhao Sihai suddenly looked toward Su Chen and the others and asked, "Gentlemen, if we kill Yue Hou and the others, will you spare our lives?"
Su Chen did not answer. As long as he got the silver, whether the Mount Song men lived or died made little difference to him.
The key was what the employers wanted.
Liu Zhengfeng and Mo Da exchanged a glance before Liu Zhengfeng said, "Yes. As long as you kill Yue Hou and the others, you may live."
After receiving that promise, Zhao Sihai and the others immediately revealed vicious smiles.
"Sorry about this." They sneered, then launched a surprise attack on Yue Hou and the other two.
Seven against three—an absolute crushing advantage.
Before long, Yue Hou and Zhong Zhen were killed, leaving only Tang Ying'e alive.
However, Tang Ying'e was not in good condition either. His body was covered in wounds deep enough to expose bone.
Surrounded by Zhao Sihai's group, he wore a bleak smile.
"Hehehe... Such a great Mount Song Sect, reduced to the point where fellow disciples slaughter one another..."
As he spoke, blood continuously seeped from the corners of his mouth, and his heart was filled with sorrow.
Leader of the Five Mountains, guarded by a Grandmaster, with the Thirteen Protectors.
How glorious Mount Song had once been. Yet in the blink of an eye, it had become such a ruined mess.
As the vice sect leader, Tang Ying'e's grief was beyond words.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Chen, his eyes blazing with hatred.
He knew perfectly well that the source of all this was this black-clothed swordsman.
If Su Chen had not existed, Ding Mian and the other two would not have died, Zuo Lengchan would not have died, and Mount Song would not have been destroyed.
At that thought, he suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha! You brought Mount Song to this state, but you won't live much longer either."
"I've already sent the news that you killed Yu Canghai to the Qingcheng Sect."
"Don't think being a Grandmaster will save you. Against the Qingcheng Sect, you'll still die..."
Seeing Tang Ying'e still trying to threaten him on the verge of death, Su Chen could not help frowning.
The next second, he swung his saber. A flash of saber light shot out and beheaded Tang Ying'e.
A threat? What Su Chen feared least was threats!
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